Some think it's a story some think it's a lie some probably wonder some don't know why What possiblity could there be of blood flowing down from a tree at first a trickle, and then a stream, and then a river and now a sea! Where did it come from? What could it mean? Like a fountain that's flowin' free all over you - all over me and now I'm startin to see a world covered in blood Why did we kill the man of peace? Now his death falls at our feet our hands are stained, we cop a plea we justify our every deed but still it flows unrestrained like a flood in the pouring rain all over you, all over me and now I'm startin to see... chorus Though we're guilty we can't escape forgiving power in this lake We stand condemned but then we're cleansed this blood has power to make amends But still it flows unrestrained like a wave in a hurricane all over you, all over me and now I'm startin' to see....